Remembering Stanley

I was pondering what to write about today and was looking through our photos for some inspiration…….
This is something I like to do to spark a flame of thought that leads to a full-blown blog or story or even poem.  Anyway the photos i got inspired by are related to one of the worst thinks to happen in our lives lately, losing our beloved dog , Stanley.  He was such a big part of our lives and everyone who met him loved him.
He was so gentle and loving.  I decided to tell my readers a little bit about him.  He was about eight weeks old when I brought him home, he was the cutest little gangly legged thing you could ever imagine. All blonde and white with the darkest brown eyes you could fall into.  He had the sweetest nature i have ever known, although if he was not expecting to see you he would practically jump out of his fur.
Going out in the garden is quite difficult at the moment as we still see him everywhere, his toys, his bowls, his bed.  I went into Theo’s Tiki Bar for the first time the other day, there in the corner was a cushion we had put inside the bar for the winter.  Unbeknown to us he had made this his day bed and had been sleeping in there while we were out at work during the day.  It smelt of Stanley and had his little paw prints on the cushion.
Even though he is gone I still think i hear him sometimes, i know it’s probably just the wind in the trees but i like to think he is still there in the garden, watching us waiting for the leftovers from tea.  We always used to cook too much food so he always had a portion on top of his doggy food.  He really liked chicken, he was not really a fan of vegetables though lol!
We spent a lot of time outside when the weather permits, as you know the UK is not famous for its long lazy hot days of summer.  You have to make the most of every sunny day you can and this always meant spending time outside with Stanley instead of inside.
We have a reasonably sized garden but he would still get under your feet and trip you up or if we laid out on a blanket he would come over and snuggle up to you.  Chris built a step in the back garden when he put French doors in the cinema room, Stanley thought this was for him and everyday we came home from work when it was warm there he was laid out on the step, sunbathing, silly dog.
He did not really take to many people when he was young but as he got older he mellowed a bit and when we built the bar and started having parties out there he would walk around mixing with the guests waiting for them to give him little treats.  We eventually had to tell everyone to stop feeding him as he would not know when to stop and would have made his self sick.

We love this furball so much and will miss him forever, but he is always with us.
Hope your playing with all your furry friends Stanley love you lots.
As always loving being me thanks for reading.
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